It’s a pill that’s hard to swallow,
knowing our abode is dying.
There will be no tomorrow,
we’re giving up without trying.
Paper planes to highway lanes,
our dreams are more denying.
Rather than using more of canes,
we’re lost in rue-less crying.
Stuck in a belligerent powerplay,
of those who pretend to lead.
We’re rushing to our doomsday,
in satiety of such clueless greeds.
Tooth and nail we need to fight,
the severing of woods to our desire.
Being ruthless with our witty-might,
will only lead us out this mire.
I call for a ludicrous effort,
to douse this earthly pyre.
A lackadaisical move will only hurt,
as we subsume into this fire.